This book is brilliant! I am learning that back in the day wealthy Englishmen actually hired hermits to come live on their lands in specially created faux ruinous grottoes, adding a picturesqueity (I made that word up, but super muppets are allowed to do that), and a certain special something which must have been above and beyond the smell…just imagine…a steady income AND no more wondering what to wear today, no more cooking, no more shoes, no more dental floss? Paradise I say, I might even have time between prayers and the 5 hours of required crazy talk about the coming apocalypse to live my dream of teaching a crew of black squirrels to sing Beethoven’s fifth while dancing the cancan. To be honest, I don’t like bathing in cold water which could be something of a challenge, but a hermit’s idiom requires dirt so I think I’ll be fine.
I can submit a resume and references to anyone who is hiring, and I’ll even buy my own plane tickets…my motto is, *have bible, will travel*, so text me!
Arg here again, i am not yet having amazing adventures, this comic thing is a lot harder than i thought, so y’all just have to settle for funny pictures.
So, anyhow, i was reading this book, and yes, i do read books without pictures in them, just don’t tell anyone, its a bit embarrassin for an American and all that, but I found out that in the not too distant past people suffered from illnesses such as “the Strong Fives, the Marthambles, the Moon- Pall, and the Hockogrockle.” What are these diseases and how do I contract one??? Unfortunately my book skimmed over these delightful pieces of eccentricity without delving deeper into the mechanics of experiencing them for oneself. I am particularly interested in succumbing to a bad case of the Hockogrockle, imagine me calling into work…my only sadness is that i would not be able to see my boss’ face as i told her the heartbreaking news. The thought sends shivers of anticpation down my spine and a slight fit of the giggles. It might give me a week or two to work on my adventures without distraction or emergency of any kind. As long as it does not involve too many extended visits to the bathroom (the Wambling Trot gives that distinct impression, i don’t think i’d like that one!), it would also add an air of distinction to my medical record that cat scratch disease could hardly compare to. So, if anyone out there knows of these diseases, or by great luck has one, you are invited to get in touch.
La Sagrada Familia, Casa Milà, Casa Batllo, the Cathedral, some graffiti
A privilege to come to a conference on landtrusts here at Marconi State Park, to stay in this amazing place of beauty. From the website (accessed August 2017, stumbled across these pictures almost 13 years later to the day, so I’m cheating a bit by setting this to publish back then, but why not honour chronology?):
Marconi State Historic Park has a rich human history that dates back hundreds of years. The Tomales Bay ecosystem has supported the livelihoods of people—from the pre-historic villages of the Coastal Miwok to the farming communities of today.
On past genocide (not noted), Russian settlers, farming, to Marconi…
In 1894, across the Atlantic in Bologna, Italy, a young man by the name of Guglielmo Marconi began experimenting with Electromagnetic Waves (Radio Waves). In an unused portion of his parents’ attic, Marconi constructed devices for sending and receiving Morse code across the room without the use of wires. Through trial and error he steadily improved the distances he was able to send a signal, and soon outgrew his attic laboratory.
Within a year, Marconi was able to transmit a telegraph signal a distance of two miles. By 1897, he had increased the distance to 15 miles, proving that man-made and natural obstacles did not interfere with the transmission of radio waves.
And the hotel itself:
In order to achieve a signal powerful enough to cross the Pacific Ocean, a new, more powerful station was built on the Marin Coast. This station was designed and constructed by J.G. White, a New York engineering firm. All Marconi’s transoceanic stations were “duplex” stations, geographically separated complexes for transmitting and receiving. The geographic separation was necessary because the noise of transmission obstructed clear reception. All these stations were nearly identical in construction. The imposing, two-story staff and visitors’ hotel with its wide veranda is the centerpiece of the receiving station. In addition to its thirty-five rooms – ten complete with private baths – the hotel boasted such comforts as a library, game room, lounge, and dining hall. Flanking the hotel to the left are two single-story bungalows for the chief and assistant engineers. To the right lies the powerhouse that contained the boiler, transformers, storage batteries and a workshop. The operations building, located a short distance from the bungalows, housed the receiving and printing equipment as well as the station’s administrative offices.
All the buildings are similar in architectural style, which might be described as Mediterranean Revival with Craftsman allusions.
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